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[Intro]
b*tch I'm washing off the residue and rubbin' off the top
My f*cking Backwood, it look like I'm smoking cigars, aye

[Chorus: Polo Man]
b*tch I'm washin' off the residue and rubbin' off the top
My f*cking Backwood, it look like I'm smoking cigars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
b*tch I'm washing off the residue and rollin' off the bars
'Bout to take a trip to Jupiter then take a trip to Mars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

[Verse 1: Polo Man]
b*tch I'm rollin' off the gas, feel like I am [Chief Sosa?]
Please don't play about my money, treat my bands like it's [propane?]
Pull up on a lil n*gga, best believe I'ma [poke him?]
Laughing face with the joker, yeah he get popped like a soda
I ain't playin' 'bout the rappin' trappin' sh*t I be doin'
I'ma pull up on the block and go stupid then act foolish
I don't wanna play no games, I'ma shoot [?] just like movies
I'ma feel on her booty then I'ma lick on her boobies
b*tch I'm nasty and she know it
I pulled them bands out, now she wanna see me throw it
I pull my di*k out, now I wanna see her blow me
I got my shooters 'round me and they shoot just like Ginóbili
[Chorus: Polo Man]
b*tch I'm washin' off the residue and rubbin' off the top
My f*cking Backwood, it look like I'm smoking cigars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
b*tch I'm washing off the residue and rollin' off the bars
'Bout to take a trip to Jupiter then take a trip to Mars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

[Verse: Lil Tracy]
I'm from out the [way?], these f*ck n*ggas in the way
I'm hot as f*ck, these f*ck n*ggas need shades
Hit a bad b*tch, I forgot her first name (She bad)
In the club, geeked up off that duece (Geeked)
I got racks on racks, she got ass on ass
Hit it from the back (Back), she finna be back (yuh, yuh)
They got a lotta scraps, we ain't finna [lack?]
n*ggas shoot at us, that b*tch shooting back
Nina, do you love me?
We got 30s, we got 40s
I'ma be rich 'till my kid's 40
Shout out Uzi, that's that 30

[Chorus: Polo Man]
b*tch I'm washin' off the residue and rubbin' off the top
My f*cking Backwood, it look like I'm smoking cigars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
b*tch I'm washing off the residue and rollin' off the bars
'Bout to take a trip to Jupiter then take a trip to Mars
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
[Verse: Polo Man]
I'ma walk up in the club smelling like a pound of gas
And a couple bad b*tches, they gon' ride me down
And you know I'm throwing money all in the crowd
I'ma go a n*gga [?] b*tch
I keep a chopper with a 100 round, b*tch
I'ma probably have to lay him down, b*tch
I get it down, n*gga with a pound, b*tch
Where the money? Do not make a sound
b*tch, I'm back on this trap sh*t
[?] to my momma I could have sh*t
So I went inside the [school?] with a bad b*tch
She gave me [?] every class b*tch
You know I passed b*tch

[Chorus: Polo Man]
b*tch I'm washin' off the residue and rubbin' off the top
My f*cking Backwood, it look like I'm smoking cigars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b*tch I'm washing off the residue and rollin' off the bars
'Bout to take a trip to Jupiter then take a trip to Mars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh